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Xibalba
Aiden:
Serana
The rat's beady eyes did not avert from the sight of Joseph's grotesque examinations. Instead a sibilant hiss escaped from its mouth, and took shape within his mind in the form of a feminine voice.
'To check in on my investment.'
It slithered into Joseph's ears like a charnel wind passing through a canyon, carrying the whistling stench of a mass grave.
'I see you have been busy.'
Umbra of Chaos:
Joseph
"Oh, just a little of this and that. All very useful depending on what you want out of them." His hands moved back and forth, surgical incisions followed by an occasional wave and stab to accentuate his words. "It was all worth it, I think. No one can trace my way back here easily, and there were some interesting materials. There was this man with a curious energy, I'm cloning him from scraps in the vats, and I'm wondering exactly how it works."
Aiden:
Serana
'And what do you hope to achieve by this?'
The rodent was slowly disintegrating, a mere shell of meat and gristle that fell - drip, drop - into pieces with every blink of the eye. Despite this it seemed entirely unhindered by the lack of necessary components as it switched shoulders.
'What instrument do you craft for me to play?'
Umbra of Chaos:
Joseph
"Well..." He paused for a bit. This wasn't for dramatic effect, and his eyes grew cloudy with forgetfulness for a moment. Then a manic gleam shown in them. "Well, living beings are limited creatures. They can only do so much, especially alone, and their construction is usually sloppy. People aren't perfect. But things can be perfect. A blade will always cut if you hone it, a shield will always block if it's maintained. So you can make a soldier that isn't a person but can keep changing without you having to constantly touch it up. Just ask for the tune and I'll give you something."
Aiden:
Serana
'How does extinction sound?'
The rat turned at last from Joseph's work to instead focus on Joseph himself. Its eyes spoke of the monstrous will that he had offered his services to, but had not yet seen in person. If 'in person' truly meant anything to such a creature.
'For you see, I wish for one very simple thing - a world where only those I deem worthy may live, free of my will forever in their rotting minds.'
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